Can't compare

I do not want to be your cup of tea
I would rather be that freshly squeezed lemon that make your face squinch up
I want to be the sun rays that burns your eyes when you gaze at me too long
Let me be the heat that causes third degree burns on your skin

Call me sour patch,
For I lack the ability to be anything sweet
I am the stench in the air, I know you can't take me
Call the referee,
Foul out because I know you can't catch these plays
You can try to read me, all you want
But even Rosetta Stone can not help you comprehend the inner workings, that is me

My stinger pierces you, like a scorpion do
My venom should come attached with a warning / hazmat label on it reading, warning death is instaneous
Let it run through your veins
Let those toxins run amok, in your body
Until your waste of a beating heart, stops
Shit you were a waste of space and no one would miss you
You can sneeze all you want, but no one would even bless you

People hate it when you finally know your worth and can adjust your own crown
My crown is made of gold and laced with the finest of jewels
I am rich in spirit
I put myself on the highest of value and demand
They same I am wearing cockiness
Well damn let me rock that style with the utmost class and style